The Door On Genevive Boulevard

There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It was a door that has always been, and it seems it will always be. Nothing, not a fire nor a bulldozer could tear it down. Throughout the years, many have tried to demolish the door as they knew a hungry entity lived on the other side. Any time it would escape, it could not be killed but only returned to its residence by its carrier being put behind the door.

The door stood between 2 glass walls which were connected to large, deserted buildings. No one wanted to work or even walk down Genevive Boulevard. It was known that the glass walls tricked people into opening the door by showing something desirable on the other side.

One day, a crying man ran down the sidewalk toward the door. 2 other men, noticing where he was going, tried to stop him, but they suddenly began beating each other till blood poured from their heads and they dropped dead to the ground. Immediate deaths were known to happen to anyone who tried to stop another from going to the door.

The crying man was feeling guilt and devastation from accidentally killing his wife months ago — he was desperate to see her, and he knew he would see his dear Lydia behind the glass walls if he stood in front of the door. His intention was never to open it; and yet he did.

Instantly, it was as if the oxygen was being sucked out of his body. His skin went white and shrivel, his eyes popped, and blood streamed down his cheeks; and though it seemed that death had come for him — he was actually stronger, powerful, and had a sudden appetite for human flesh.